EFFORIA WORLD AT WAR
He hasn't had the best life, in fact, some would argue that his life couldn't have been worse, but there's still hope, even for a nihilist. As when an expedition to colonize the moon quickly turns into a disaster, he is swallowed whole by an anomaly and spat out somewhere completely different. Here one can conjure flames with words and summon thunderclouds with a shout, but it's not all fantasia and ecstasy. The world seemed peaceful enough, but as he learns more and more. He realizes everything he sees is a facade, and what's truly underneath is a civilization built on blood and war. In fact, the whole world is in a state of war. Then to top it all off, solidifying that he has truly jumped out of the frying pan and into the furnace, Ragnarök is fast approaching, and there's no certainty that he'll survive, that anyone will survive.
A Shortcut To Hell
I was finally out of the place that held me hostage for so long, I was free. So, even as the world fell apart around me, I was fine, I didn't care for anything or anyone but me. I wasn't left to be euphoric for long though, as a grim reality soon set in. I was looking human again but was I really what I thought I was. I had done the monster's signature move. I had traveled at the speed of lightning, no, I had become lightning, blood tainted lightening. I soon started to question myself, as whatever made the creature able to do it, had become a part of me. I, to some extent had become like the thing, we were similar, even on a biological level. It was disturbing.
"If you had continued hunting for the remnants as I had instructed, none of this would have happened. How does it feel, the consequences of your actions, the weight of them? It's something you'll have to get used to." It had stolen months of time and yet it patronized me.